The Heart In My Chest

Where to grow these emotions of mine
Ones that are forming, ready to define
Where to keep those long since made
Even those I wish had not stayed

The heart in my chest,
made of blood & flesh
Not of aged-oak, shined,
carved yet blind
Pumping life out,
no worry of drought
Bears the ache of my soul,
yet bears none of the toll

Through my eyes, like glass, you can see
From my mouth colliding with reality
Inside of me I keep, outside they flow
This is what makes me, this is how I know

By Pete Scopes